I’m walking the halls of my mind
Where the ceilings bend
And the clocks rewind
Where echoes stitch the dark in lines
And every shadow signs its name in time
Doors swing open with a hiss
Rooms built from every thought I miss
A chamber of fire
A chamber of frost
A ledger of victories
A map of the lost
I stride past doubt with a steady beat
Its whispers crawling around my feet
But rhythm rises
My pulse
My drum
And every fear goes deaf and numb
Joy leaps out like a spark in the gloom
Painting gold on the bones of the room
While grief sits quiet with a knowing Stare
A monarch crowned in the cold night air
Farther in
The halls grow strange
Walls rearrange
The angles change
Ideas bloom wild like vines unplanned
Twisting the architecture
I thought I’d command
Mirrors ripple with faces I’ve worn
Some triumphant
Some weathered
Some torn
But each reflection rhymes with truth
A verse I wrote in the ink of youth
At the core
A chamber glows
A throne of calm where the wild wind Slows
And I feel my spirit rise and align
A sovereign walking the halls of my mind
When I return to the corridor’s start
I carry the blueprint carved in my heart
Every locked door
Now swings with ease
Every storm
Bows down like a humbled breeze
And the halls
Once haunted
Now move in rhyme
A kingdom rebuilt one step at a time